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FIRST MORNING LIGHT
DAVE THE POET

First morning light
Clouds, Bursting with color
Birds sing as I rise
Air is crisp and cold
Winter gives, What is takes
Sometimes the challenge, Is finding it
Chances missed, Seem clearer on shorter days
Solitude, Is a welcome friend
It keeps loneliness company